Melissa and I had a long Saturday night. Her cousin Jessica was graduating on Sunday morning and we couldn't find the tickets, so we were in the process of tearing up the apartment at ten thirty or eleven, when we hear yelling from out in front of the leasing office/pool area. We have a pretty good view of that area so we turn off the bedroom lights and watch what's going on.
A rather large man is yelling and posturing at two asian guys and a girl. The man's wife is yelling at him to drop it, but he won't, and a short, portly woman security guard is nervously trying to keep them separated. After repeating things to the two guys like: 'You're going to jail a**hole!!' and 'F***ing gangsters!!' and 'You pushed me, you going to jail a**hole!!' The guys wife throws her hands in the air and storms off. I hear one of the asian guys yell at the belligerent man that he's going to jail for abuse. This goes on for several minutes and someone yells from one of the other apartments 'Shut Up!!' The big guy starts to get tired (and likely was a little drunk) so he goes and sits down, but keeps yelling, calling the others gangsters and drug dealers.
Another security guard shows up, this one a very tall muscular man. The big guy stands up again and starts yelling all over again, the same three things, with the addition that he wants the asian guys' car searched because there are drugs in there.
A few minutes later four squad cars show up, one of them a K9 unit. The dog in said unit starts to bark, so all the dogs in the vicinity also start going nuts. The police question both groups of people as the big man yells that they're drug dealers, and the girl is a prostitute, when he says that one of the other guys starts to come after him, but is of course restrained. The big guy is arrested in a few minutes and everyone leaves.
I figure based on where the asian guys' car was parked and the way everyone was acting that the big guy was coming back from the pool and was in some was being abusive to his wife, verbally or physically, or whatever. The asian guys saw it and stopped to restrain the guy before the security guard showed up. So kudos to them.
This post is getting long, but that wasn't the end of our night, around eleven thirty we decided to go check for those tickets in San Jose at Melissa's desk. I knew that San Jose closed Market street on Friday for Cinco de Mayo, but they did the same thing on Saturday night. It was easy to get in, but it took nearly an hour to get out, dodging drunks and gangsters and all that whatnot, someone even yelled 'white boy' at me from a low rider next to us.
The tickets were on the coffee table. In our apartment.
4 comments:
you ended that post perfectly. i was wondering the whole time where the hell those damn tickets were.
you should turn that story into a movie. holy crap, i was on the edge of my seat the whole time. you could call it "the tickets" or something.
So you're telling me you didn't just jump off of the balcony, grab someone's laundry line to swing across to the other building, shimmy down the walls, and then pump everyone full of lead from your infinate ammo handguns?
that would have been a good story too.
man, i'm playing way too much Tomb Raider.
I was in San Jose on Saturday night to go see Stomp with my brother. I was amazed at the "propensity" of trucks/cars/bicycles flying one or more gigantic Mexican flags. One guy was riding a bike flying a flag bigger than the bike itself. Somehow Dave and I avoided being called White Boys. Probably because we were surrounded by way whiter people.
Yeah, there's a guy from Esperanza Viva whose entire hood is now covered in a Mexican flag and has been since the marches started. He also has one flying from his antenna and constantly carries a Mexico World Cup T-Shirt with "Si Se Puede."
I wanted Danny Aviles to make me a shirt with the American flag that said "No You Can't" (en espanol). But that might get me jumped.
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